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Michelle bit hard into her eggroll, spilling the contents out on her plate.
She didn’t care about the occasional stares her mom shot her, after all, MJ wasn’t known to scarf down her food. Even when the stove lit on fire, Michelle was sitting on the counter, happily munching on the rice her sister had saved for herself. But right now, she didn’t have time to care about any of that, all she wanted to do was finish eating, scramble up to the roof and wait for Peter to bring back Miles.
MJ let out a rude yawn, rubbing her eyes blearily, she could almost make out her mother’s annoyed expression melting into one of concern.
Her baby niece babbled nonsense and shot Michelle a toothless smile.
She could only weakly grin back.
The last few weeks have been taking their toll on her, nights were spent lying awake, her thoughts plaguing her sleep, refusing to let her rest. Peter had done his best in trying to convince MJ to trust him and let him take Miles under his wing. To allow Miles to explore his abilities and his boundless potential, even for just a few hours every other day.
All Michelle heard was Peter begging her to let him train Miles to be a mini spiderman.
She told him that, to which Peter stammered out an argument, something about how containing ones powers would do more harm than good. Then he had to be a jerk and say some bullshit how he had wished someone was there to mentor him when he had barely got his powers, made her feel like a major bitch and only left her with the option of saying yes.
Miles actually jumped for joy when she accepted, and it was easy to pretend she made the right choice with how wide he beamed at her. He slipped and danced all around her room and the three of them sat there for the rest of the night watching Miles turn invisible and back to normal.
Her only demands were that Miles have all his homework done (she would know if Peter did it for him), he be back by six, -his mom, while very busy would still notice if her son were absent for a long period of time-And that Peter would leave him out of any fights, away from crime, and danger.
They were all followed for the most part, but pictures of a mysterious figure traveling alongside spiderman had started to resurface the internet. And conspiracies if more spider people were populating the earth did little to ease Michelle’s stres.. But that didn’t stop her from biting her nails until they were raw, staying up late reading how to treat open wounds or other ailments. And sticking close to Peter throughout the school days, practically shoulder to shoulder whenever they walked.
She was getting tired of people asking if they were dating and glowering in their faces as Peter turned an amusing shade of pink, that was the only benefit.
“You saw on the news ‘bout the new Spider person?”
Michelle stiffened and chocked on hr food. Her mom had clearly just been trying to make conversation, unaware of the way MJ’s heart sank to her stomach.
“W-what?” She sputtered, reaching out for her bottle of water and taking a large sip. “The kid?”
Her mom gave her a questioning look before slowly pointing to the tv screen, where a middle-aged woman with faint worry lines was talking, the distorted picture of a hooded figure next to her.
“The Girl.”
MJ barely had the time to notice that they were sitting on the living room couch, forgetting when they had even moved. Wait, had they moved? Had the tv really always been on?
Whatever.
“Girl?” She asked, voice trembling. “What girl? There’s a girl?”
“You didn’t see?” Her mother’s small eyes softened, it wasn’t like Michelle to fall behind on the news. The girl was updated on everything, knew what was going on in any part of the world. “Some girl got powers and started running around, stopping bank robberies ” Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and her voice became gruff. “Se un día tenes esos poderes y vas a pelear vas a ver lo que te voy hacer cabrona.”
Michelle forced a snort, she knew her mom was playing (not really) but couldn’t muster up the energy to find it humorous. Her blood turned cold the longer she watched the screen, actually beginning to pay attention to what was being said instead of blocking it out as just white noise.
Two males had robbed a bank at gunpoint, and like two cartoon villains, had hotwired a taxi cab and driven away. The cops were on the chase, but the guys had been shooting from the car windows and threatened to shoot a pedestrian if the cops got too close.
The camera crew for the news station had been persistent though, they had trailed in front of the actual criminals, it made Michelle sick. Sure, these two psychopaths were threatening to kill innocent people but as long as they got a good story out of it, who cared really?
But that alone wasn’t making Michelle want to break down.
It was Peter's turn to watch Miles, and the chase was making its way to his street. And it was Peter, stupid selfless Peter who MJ knew wouldn’t hesitate in running after the criminal. And then there was Miles, who idolized Peter so much it was almost sickening, and who was right there next to him and would no doubt follow Peter. But the guy had a gun and Miles didn’t have a suit and Peter said he would protect him but there was so much he couldn’t predict and what if-
Spiderman came into view, swinging down, landing perfectly on the roof of the cab.
MJ had a sudden urge to throw up.
She watched her mom sit up and carefully feed a spoonful of rice to her niece.
Spiderman tilted his head to the side. “Hey! I don’t think you guys got a license to drive this, I’m gonna have to report you!” He quipped.
Michelle wanted nothing more than to pull out her hair and scream, but to save herself the effort she just shoved more noodles into her mouth.
The two gunmen noticed the superhero and immediately hit the brakes, the problem is that they had been speeding. And although the camera van had been a good safe distance away, the taxi was having trouble skidding to a complete stop, getting awfully close to the crew. Michelle swallowed thickly, she didn’t want to watch a cab ram into people, killing them instantly.
But that didn’t happen.
Another figure in a rumpled white hoodie, black sweatpants with worn down green ballet shoes came into view. They stood in front of the speeding taxi, held out their hand, and watched as it crashed into them, their hand holding it back from making contact with the crew. Peter faltered for a second, his entire focus on the person in front of him.
Glass spewed everywhere and MJ heard the cameraman curse under his breath as he tried to get away.
“That’s her!” Michelle heard her mother say. “¡Hay, Mira! ¿Cuántos años tiene? God, she’s Miles’ age, she shouldn’t be there!” She exclaimed.
Michelle wondered what her mother would say if she found of Spider-Man was a 16 year old punk kid. Probably fuss and worry and make Peter sit down on their couch and feed him because he was so skinny.
She watched the figure -who was clearly a child- with wide eyes, a little upset that her mom would call them a girl. There person's’ gender couldn’t be told, and even then she didn’t know why it-
The figures hoodie blew out of their face, revealing short dyed blond hair and a pair of big blue eyes. Their mouth was covered by a scarf of sorts, but clearly, they had forgotten -or didn't care about- having a secret identity so guarded. She didn’t seem to mind though, as she dusted off her hands and crossed her arms. Staring at the mess in front of her, eyes incredibly apathetic.
Peter hopped off the roof of the car, andMichelle saw him trying to process the girl in front of him, but shook his head and focused on getting the criminals out of the wreaked car.
MJ wondered if they were even alive, and only for the sake of Peters mental state, she hoped they were.
She couldn’t tell if they were still breathing, but she saw Peter delicately pull them out and check their pulse. His shoulders slumped and he placed a hand to his chest, he looked around and stepped forward to the young girl. Her face was hidden but she walked forward as well, seemingly eager.
Neither of them noticed one of the man get to his feet, pull out a gun from his back pocket and rose to aim it.
He was suddenly knocked down to the ground, and the weapon skidded to Peters’ feet with an ugly scrapping sound. He bent down and picked it up, his mask making his expression unreadable. Michelle glared at the man lying on the ground from the screen, he hasn’t slipped, it seemed as if someone actually knocked him down.
The camera wobbled, went out of focus, but went back in.
Before MJ could ask her mom if she saw that, another figure appeared right next to the man seemingly out of thin air. It looked like another spider man, except the exact opposite of his costume. Their suit was black, with red accents decorating all around it and bright red spider on their chest. It was highly impressive and clearly the work of a genius, or of a man with too much money and time on their hands.
And Mj knew that was Miles under the suit, she just knew.
Everyone gasped at the sudden appearance of the new Spiderman, Peter turned around and the eyes of the mask widened almost comically. Miles webbed the guys’ hands together and bowed when people who began to cluster around the mess began to clap slowly.
The other guy, still clutching his broken leg aimed his gun at the girls’ head. Michelle didn’t have the chance to notice before the shot rang out.
But nothing happened.
The girl had her fist closed, and when she opened it, the lone bullet fell with a disappointing clink.
She rolled her eyes and readjusted her hoodie over her head. “Nice dude, you almost killed a kid,” She moved forward and pressed her foot on his broken leg. She frowned at his squeals of pain. “Now you can put that on your resume, almost shot a kid in cold blood. That’ll make a fucking statement.”
Peter could only stand there, his awkward self not knowing what to do. Between Miles taking all the applause he could get -although people had stopped clapping as intently as before, a gun shot could do that- to the angry girl stepping on a guy's already broken leg, taking sick pleasure of his pain. MJ wanted to get mad at him for doing nothing, but honestly, it wasn’t as if she could have done any better.
Something snapped in his mind though, because no sooner he pulled Miles close, webbed the two men’s bodies so they really were stuck to the ground. He grabbed the girls’ arm tight, shot a web and pulled himself up, carrying the girl -who never stopped her swearing- Miles following suit not a minute later.
The reporter came back in view, only now her once flowing hair was a birds nest of a mess and her mascara had smeared all over her eyes. She went back to talking but it was all muffled noise to Michelle’s ears. Police sirens and voices all blended into one, she could feel the food in her stomach beginning to churn slowly.
Anger and betrayal mixed into one.
Her mother placed a gentle hand on He shoulder “Michelle? You okay mija?”
She carefully pushed past her mom, making a mad dash to the bathroom. Pushing open the door, she collapsed onto the tiled floor, barely opened the toilet lid before feeling the Chinese takeout leave her throat.
The perfect end to a shitty week.
~.~
“WHAT THE HELL! LET ME THE FUCK GO YOU FREAK! THIS IS KIDNAPING! I SWEAR TO GOD, LET ME GO OR I’LL-“
Peter pressed a finger to his lips, or where his lips would be had it not been for the mask.“Shh! Please be quiet! If the police find us we’ll be unmasked and brought in.” He urged. “I promise we can talk later, but I don’t want the police to find you and get you in trouble.”
The girls light blue eyes widened in panic for a brief moment before shutting tightly. Peter didn’t want to alarm her, but he really didn’t want any of them to get caught, and for Miles and her to get punished.
Speaking of, where was he?
Peter and the girl were sitting on top of one of the apartment complex near Peter’s own building, it was one of his and Miles’ fail-safes. Although ‘fail-safe’ was being a little too generous, it was just one of the many buildings they hid a basket full of snacks, water, and blankets in.
Miles whirled around not a second later, blanket in hand, clearly distressed.
“Hide! They’re sending helicopters this way.”
With that, he threw the black blanket over the two of them, turned himself invisible and squatted down. Staring up at the night sky, Miles pressed himself close to Peter’s side, his heart pounding loud in his ears.
Peter, still from inside the blanket, wrapped a reassuring arm around the kid.
The girl tensed up and enveloped her arms around her shoulders, pushed her knees to her chest and dug her head in her mess of arms and knees. Miles sank further into Peter, his heart rate was getting out of control and was making him antsy. Peter breathed in deep and tugged on Miles, letting him know he was there and going to be okay.
Maybe.
Sirens rang from below, multiple cries of people caused the girl to tremble for a second before settling. The sounds of a helicopter flying above startled all three of them as it passed by. It moved along with the police cars, they waited a good three minutes before Miles turned visible and the two emerged from under the blanket.
The girl didn’t hesitate in standing up and putting a good amount of distance from the guys, she let her hood fall, allowing the thin scarf to be her only separation from her face. She started twitching and abruptly pulled the mask from her face, her bright eyes contorted in fury directed at Peter, her lips forming into a scowl.
“Listen Spiderman, I didn’t just save your ass just so you could fucking manhandle me a-”
Miles let out a strangled cough. “Gwen?”
Before Peter could process what he was doing, Miles had ripped off his mask and was staring so wide Peter felt his eyes sting just looking at him.
Gwen took a good few steps forward, an incredulous sort of smile beginning to twitch at the corner of her lips. “Holy shit, Miles ?”
Miles didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he let them hang limply at his sides as he beamed up at Gwen, fidgeting from foot to foot.
She was standing on her tiptoes, a nervous tick she obtained after taking ballet.
Peter didn’t know what else to do, but he felt stupid being the only one in a mask, so he took it off as well. “Wait, you guys know each other?” He asked
Gwen eyed him for a while -it was weird seeing the famous Spiderman without his mask, even weirder knowing he was just some seventeen-year-old punk kid- letting Miles excitedly answer.
“Yeah! We go to the same school, she lives in the building right next to us,” He turned and grinned at her, Peter watched as Gwen stifled her smile from view. “She has a band, and MJ takes me to see them play sometimes!” Miles exclaimed.
For the umpteenth time in his life, Peter felt unbelievably lame. It struck him how so much cooler these two younger kids were than him.
Not wanting to lose face, Peter held out his hand in greeting, feeling much more at ease now that he at leastknew her name. “Nice to meet you then Gwen! I’m Peter Parker, I’m Miles’ friend, and Spiderman, obviously,” Peter turned pink, afraid he sounded like an ass. “You uh, don’t have to call me spiderman! I’m just uh, Peter.” He faltered when she still didn't take his hand.
Gwen seemed to be dissecting him, big blue eyes scrutinizing every detail about his face, especially his eyes. Miles nudged her shoulder a bit, she tossed him a glare and gruffly shoved her hand into Peters. Squeezing it so hard he actually felt it cry out in pain.
“Yeah, hi,” She spat out, snatching her hand back. “So what now? Do I have to sign something? Join your spider club and get a matching suit or whatever?”
Gwen had moved forward with each word, until she was face to face with Peter, her on her toes to meet his eye. She blew the stay pieces of blonde locks out of her hair, cursing herself for not getting it cut.
Peter didn’t know why, but he cowered slightly under the preteens’ gaze. “Uh, well, no-um there’s not a spider people club or anything,” He sputtered, stepping back so he was next to Miles again. “I didn’t even know there were other people who got bit beside me and Miles.”
Miles nodded, coming between the two. “Yeah, Peter’s so cool, he let me have one of his web blasters. You should come and train with us! We do it after school and on Sunday’s,” He exclaimed, gently clutching onto her shoulders, eyes growing wide. “Yeah! It’d be so cool! Gwen come on! It’s so fun!”
Gwen stared back at him dumbly for a few seconds and clicked her tongue. “Yeah, uh, no.” She laughed and threw her head back, her short choppy hair following the movement. “Holy shit, imagine if I did!”
Peter kicked the ground beneath his feet, a light sweat pouring down his face. “Would, uh, would that be bad?”
She stopped, still chuckling. “Yeah? My mom’s the chief of police.”
Miles nodded as Peter paled.
“Yeah! I met her, she’s really cool.” He said.
Miles recalled a towering intimidating woman with dyed blonde hair and hazel eyes picking up Gwen after school in a police car. Everyone oohed and awed at the car, especially when Gwen got inside with a frustrated huff. The woman offered Miles a ride as well, her tired smile reminded him of his own mother. He got in happily (Gwen mentally crushed her mom as she hid her face in her knees), thanking the woman when she dropped him off.
Even though he could have swung home in less time.
Peter moved closer to Gwen, his hands becoming clammy even under the suit. It was all starting to occur to him just how mental this whole thing was, regret after regret piling into his chest. He should have never given Miles the audit. Should have never blindly taken him under his wing, shouldn’t have jumped off the roof to stop the heist that the police could have easily stopped, should have never taken off his mask in front of the daughter of the chief of police.
Shouldn’t have asked Michelle if she was okay, and what he could do to help.
“G-Gwen?” Peter wavered, no longer attempting to mask his apprehension. “Look, I-we would really like it if you uh, joined-but if you don’t that’s fine!” Peter pushed his hair out of his face, Miles bit the inside of his cheek. “Just...can you please, um, not tell your mom about me and Miles Please?”
Gwen’s eyes softened for a brief moment.
And for a second she didn’t see The Amazing Spider-Man, but a seventeen-year-old kid who honestly just wanted the best for everyone. Gwen looked at Peter and could only feel sympathy for him, he was just a stupid brat who bit off more than he could chew and now had no idea what to do with himself.
She felt for him, truly she did.
Which is why she rolled her eyes and adjusted her hoodie over her head, and secured her mask back in place. “Relax, you guys are safe,” She then pointed a menacing finger at Miles. “Just don’t rat me out either jerk.”
He snorted in response.
Gwen turned pink and smiled back, she fixed the straps of her shoes and perched herself up on the edge of the room. She inhaled deeply and was about to let herself fall before Peter tapped lightly on her shoulder.
“Gwen?”
She faltered for a minute, turned and glowered up at him. “What?”
Peter didn’t seem fazed, rather, he grinned softly and rocked on his heels. “Why do you want to fight crime?” At her silence Peter elaborated, fiddling and cracking his fingers. “I mean, I remember being thirteen, and I was scared of everything. I don’t think I would've fought crime or face criminals.”
Gwen blinked for a minute, she moved so that she was sitting on the edge of the building, her feet dangling limply. Glad he hadn’t asked how she had obtained her powers in the first place
Truthfully, she wondered that herself sometimes, when she was recovering from the sore ribs and black eyes she wondered why the hell was she putting herself through all this?
But then she would get up and saw some asshole beating up a poor kid on the street, her gut clenched, and then she knew she had to do this.
“I wanted to do something good,” Gwen admitted, sparing a glance back at Miles who joined her on the ledge. “That’s it. I tried to make money off it by wrestling, and I did! But only like, a hundred bucks or something,” Gwen shrugged, turning to glare at Peter. “But I felt like horse shit after so I stopped and just, I dunno, I really wanted to help this girl get home safe. Then I started doing it more and people started noticing but that’s not my fault.” She defended.
Peter wanted to say something, how he didn’t care if she got attention and he wasn’t doing this for fame either. And that he only wanted her to be safe and know that it’s not all fun and games and maybe convince her to stop? Or at least join his and Miles’ club (or whatever, the name didn’t matter) and know she wasn’t alone.
He didn’t get to as she whirled around and furrowed her eyebrows. “Just keep Tony Stark out of this,” She demanded. “I know he’s like your dad or whatever, but he’s an ass and I’m not joining his kid's club.”
Peter forced out an awkward chuckle.
She didn’t find it funny.
Peter moves forward and stiffly patter her shoulder. “Just stay safe Gwen,” He motioned behind him. “If you ever need help, Miles can give you my number if you want it.”
Mikes got out his phone (from where Peter didn’t know) texted something and turned it off with a satisfied nod. “Sent it to you, but you should come over for training. It’s so cool.”
Gwen hunched up and shrugged. “Maybe, look, I gotta go. My mom gets mad when I’m out too late.”
She stood up and stuffed her hands in her pockets, turned to speak but nothing came out. It was too hard to say goodbye she thought, which was stupid because she hardly knew Peter and she would be seeing Miles on Monday. It felt as if someone has stuffed cotton down her throat and was forcing her to speak.
She didn’t want to leave, not really.
Something in the back of her neck had been tingling ever since she got her powers, it followed her everywhere even in sleep.
But not anymore, not while she was pressed against the bricks and lying still under a blanket. Not while Miles held her shoulders gently and beamed down at her, and Peter offered her a warm smile and a large hand in welcome.
But her mom was waiting, and it was getting cold.
And-
Gwen let herself fall.
As she fell, she pushed herself away from the building, throwing herself at the nearby lamppost. She caught herself and twirled off, landing on a window sill of a building flawlessly. Gwen flipped off of it and jumped higher, smirking to herself as she felt the wind slap her face.
Peter watched in awe, Miles shook his head and smiled, knowing she was purposely showing off.
Gwen whooped as she fell on the roof of an apartment, running like mad and grinning like an idiot. Once she got to her apartment, she stopped smiling, nearly tripping on her feet before she caught herself.
The tingling on her neck started up again.
And it hurt
~.~
After the two boys watched Gwen fade into nothing, Peter turned to Miles and (tried to) glare crossly at the boy.
Miles, who had been subject to a furious MJ wasn’t fazed in the slightest. “Hi?”
Peter gave up trying to look menacing and settled for frustrated, and worried.
“I told you to stay on the roof,” Mikes shrunk a bit. “Remember? We saw the guys coming down the street and I said ‘Miles, stay here, I don’t want you to get hurt, I’ll be back really quick’.” He said.
“I know,” Miles' eyes shone brightly, he quickly wiped them. “But you were looking at Gwen and the guy was gonna shoot you!”
“That’s why I have the suit!”
Miles opened his mouth, then shut it close quickly. “I forgot,” He mumbled, clearly embarrassed. “I freaked out! I swear, I thought he was gonna kill you, Pete.”
Miles twisted his mask in his hands. His heart stopped completely once he saw the gunman begin to lift his weapon, aiming it at Peter. It was instinct to turn invisible and swing down, knocking the man down to the ground. He wanted to do more, but Peter had only taught him defense moves, saying he was too young to learn how to attack to hurt.
Which was fine, he just wanted Peter safe.
Peter couldn’t get another word out as his phones ringing interrupted them from inside the basket. He dug it out, and almost blanched at the screen name.
“Oh come on .” He mumbled, feeling as if he would faint any minute.
This was so unfair, the timing couldn’t be any worse and fuck he should’ve been more careful. Why didn’t he just stay out on the roof? The police would have handled it fine and Gwen showed up perfectly and-
Miles looked over Peters' arm, his eyes bulging as well. “Holy shit!” He squealed, shaking Peter by the shoulders. “Is that Tony Stark? Fucking Iron Man? Can I talk to him?”
Peter shrugged the young boy off and winced, he needed to answer. Prolonging the inevitable would only enrage Mr. Stark more, and Peter really didn’t want Ironman tracking him down and giving him a full-on lecture on the roof of an apartment.
He walked a good few feet away from Miles, who still seemed enchanted at the thought of Tony Stark calling. Peter inhaled deeply and tried to control his heart rate.
“H-hello?” He answered, his voice off pitched, he coughed in embarrassment.
“Heya Pete,” Tony’s nonchalant drawl only put Peter more on edge. “Say, I was just flipping channels, and I just so happened to uh, catch you and your little friends.”
“We-”
Tony didn’t let him finish. “And I don’t know if it’s me getting old, but I swear that suit one of your pals had on was the one I sent you a couple of weeks ago,” Peter heard the sound of ice rolling around in a glass from the other end. “Or is that just me getting on in my years?”
Peter sputtered incoherently into his phone, his mind going completely blank as he struggled to form a complete sentence.
Miles took the chance to nudge Peters arm, causing him to lower the phone slightly.
“Can I talk to him now?” Miles begged.
Tony rose from his chair, splaying his scotch on the floor. Pepper would kill him later -she just had 5he floors swept and mopped- but right now he didn’t give a shit.
“Who was that?”
Peter turned and glared at Miles, who was now jumping widely, trying to snatch the phone out of his hand. He got close but Peter was faster and leaped out of reach, slightly impressed with himself, he quickly answered.
“No one!”
“Peter.”
Peter webbed Miles’ feet to the floor, the boy groaned in frustration and Peter smirked. “Sorry Mr. Stark, I really gotta go, I’ll call you tomorrow!” A beat passed, and Tony took a long sip of his drink. “Promise, I'll tell you everything.”
Tony massaged his temples slowly, Peter bit his lip at the usually loud man's’ silence.
He looked at Miles, who was tugging at his feet, tongue sticking out in concentration. And couldn’t, for the life of him feel guilty for giving him the suit, even if he probably should have.
“I’m really sorry, but Miles is a really great kid, I just wanted him safe,” Peter mumbled into the phone, he glanced at the blanket strewn across the floor. “And the girls’ name is Gwen by the way, I didn’t know her before, she’s really cool. She reminds of MJ, that girl I was telling you about that goes to my school.”
Tony rubbed a hand across his face, trying to rid the smile from his face.
“Pete!” Miles called out, his voice edging on whining. “C'mon man, I’m sorry, lemme go.”
Peter rolled his eyes and raised his phone back to answer, before realizing Tony had hung up already. It left a bitter taste in his mouth but there was nothing else he could do but wait, for what he didn’t know.
But that was all he could do.
He snapped a picture of Miles stuck in his webs for himself and slipped his mask back on.
“Actually, that’s a great time out,” Peter snickered when Miles gaped at him, struggling harder. “Next time, think Miles. I know you were worried about me, and I appreciate that so much man.”
Peter tilted his head and gave Miles a light pat on the back. (He would have liked to give the kid a hug, but he was a bit busy)
“But you need to think before doing anything, I learned that the hard way. But I don’t want you to be under a hanger to learn.” He said, not sure Miles was even listening.
“Dude, are you serious?” Miles deadpanned, finding it hard not to smile at the ridiculous situation he was in. “You're just gonna leave me here?”
Peter laughed into the air and jumped off the building, casting a web and singing onto a windowsill and laughing into his hands. The webs would dissolve in only five minutes, he was just waiting for Miles to catch up now.
He had to take him back to his apartment in an hour, or sooner, and if MJ had watched the news, Peter already knew she did, god, he didn’t even want to think what was going to happen now that she knew, she would probably want him to be back early.
That was fine, but that was all later.
Later when Peter would drop off Miles he would get dragged in Michelle's room by the collar of his suit. He would slip and fall on the floor and have to stare up at MJ as she cried, big tears dripped down her face and dropped down her chin as she yelled at him. How could you do this? What the hell were you thinking Peter?
I asked you to look after him and you almost get him shot!
They would spend the rest of the night talking, Peter answering all her questions and Michelle taking more Asprin than recommended. He would tell her about Gwen and how they were now all involved. Peter would apologize profusely but tell her that he didn’t regret his actions one bit, she begrudgingly agreed with him, but that still couldn’t stop her tears from falling.
It was unnerving to watch Michelle, powerful Michelle BAMF Jones cry. Peter didn’t judge though, everyone needed a break, and hers was a long time coming.
He left at around one in the morning, MJ said he could spend the night on his couch -her mom took the night shift- but he really needed to get back home. May was probably waiting up for him, and he hated letting his aunt down.
Peter would walk out the door if only to catch a glimpse of Miles passed out on MJ’s couch, wearing a blearily smile.
It was worth it, he would tell himself, everything was worth it so long as Miles got home safe.
Later Tony Stark would show up in his bedroom, dressed to the nines in a suit worth more than anything in Peters room -the spider suit didn’t count. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than ever, he was toying with a stress ball.
He would have to sit down and demand that the next time he had time, Peter would have to explain everything.
But that was then, and now Peter was watching as Miles swung by, cursing and laughing at Peter.
Peter grinned as the tingling on the back of his neck started up again